you are my star

[mentalouting]

[ She was the queen of her school in Academy City, and there was no questions why. She's a second year in middle school (supposedly, anyway!) that has nearly everyone all wrapped around her little finger. She's popular and gorgeous, too.

But when she saw the new boy - Yukki, everyone called him; it was short for Yukiteru - but strangely enough, nobody knew a thing about him. Misaki had peered into the minds of many, many people, and there was not a peep nor whisper about the boy. Not even from the higher ups, strangely enough. Which was why her interest was piqued.

How interesting! Now she definitely had to figure out who this mysterious boy was. Which shouldn't be too hard. Just have to ask him out on a date, take him to a secluded place, and do it. She knows exactly which remote control to use, all tuckered away in her purse.

This was already way too easy. ]

Hey, Yukki - I can call you that, can't I? [ Her voice oozes politeness, regardless of how fake it is. The stars in her eyes seem to brighten up as she runs a gloved hand through locks of blonde hair. ] There's a karaoke place down the street where we can sing a little fun songs by ourselves for a bit. ☆ Since you're new here, I think it would be a wonderful welcome party!

[ It would be wonderful, indeed. ]

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[asocial]

Oh, that sounds great!

[ yukki is all politeness, all happiness, like this is just a normal thing. truth is, he didn't know why he was here, other than that it happened to be a thing he could do after yuno... disappeared (he wouldn't process that she was dead, maybe she'd just gone somewhere else). but for now, he was just playing the role of a middle school kid. in some ways, that's what he WANTED to be; just some kid again, growing up with his parents and going to school.

even if he had been a bit of a loser.

yukki reaches down, checks his phone. it's beeping like he's gotten a text, and he looks at the screen passively before closing his phone, opting not to reveal whatever it was that he'd gotten. ]

Do you mean right now...?

[mentalouting]

Oh, good. ☆

[ Seriously, you can hear the stars punctuated at the end of her sentences as she grabs onto his arm with her free one rather cheerfully, clinging onto it with the brightest of smiles that she can muster up. ] And of course I mean right now. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't, Yukki.

[ Just look at that level of affection. No matter how fake it is. ]

So c'mon, there's no day like today to have a little fun!

[asocial]

Well, I guess...

[he seems a little shy about it, but he does seem like the shy type in general. he's definitely on the smaller side for his age and he doesn't seem to have made many friends in his time here... nor does he really seem to have engaged with anyone. so he's half-being pulled along, though he doesn't seem to be wholly engaged.

this kid is WEIRD, yo.]

[mentalouting]

[ Thankfully, it doesn't take her very long to actually get to the karaoke area. And it doesn't take much convincing to give them a private room, either. But they're here eventually, and that much puts an obvious smile upon her lips. Even more so than usual.

This was way too easy, she thinks. The fact that he was dragged along like this, that he agreed so readily... it makes her life much, much better. She then goes ahead and closed the door behind her, locking it so there will be no interruptions. Even if there were, she could shoo them off with no problems. ]

Why don't you have a seat? [ And as if accentuating her question, she takes a seat herself on the couch and pats an open spot right next to her. ] I'm sure you'll be rather... willing to chat a little more soon enough.

[ By which she subsequently sneaks out one of her remote controls from her purse and presses a button, seemingly to use her Mental Out ability. Not that it works, of course, but she doesn't know that yet. ]

[asocial]

[ yukki takes a seat next to her and just looks at her uncomprehendingly, like he's not sure what it is that she means. that he's going to be willing to chat more soon? that sounds kind of ominous.

yukki does not like ominous. he really, really doesn't like that; he's dealt with more ominous than he could know. as if on cue, his phone goes off again, and he reaches for it, looking at the text that he got again. doesn't he know it's rude to be doing that on a date?

yukki's eyes glance up towards her again. ]

Huh?

[ he doesn't get it. ]

[mentalouting]

...

[ That's strange. The fact that he's acting clueless causes her eyebrow to twitch as she looks at him with clear disapproval, frowning. ]

Are you going to look at your phone all day or are you going to look at me? ☆

[ Because at this rate? She's going to attempt and snatch that phone away from him, pronto. Like at this very moment. Why is he looking at it, anyway? Is it really that important..? ]

[asocial]

[ yukki pulls it away and immediately just. stares at her. all that shyness and innocence has been stripped away into something far more intense; whatever he is, well, she's about to find out. it's definitely clear that something is not right about the boy, who she was sure was like 13 or 14 or something and new and... strange, but.

this strange? ]

Stop.

[ now, here's the interesting thing; she IS going to stop, no matter what. she can will her body to do whatever she wants, but it is not going to grab at that phone no matter how badly she wants it to.

uh-oh. ]

[mentalouting]

[ Somehow, her hands pull away from reaching towards the phone. And every time she tries, there seems to be some sort of block. She recognizes it as such and that immediately turns her expression sour as she gets up, planting her hands on the table in defiance.

She knows it has something to do with him. While she can set up mental blocks on herself, it's not of this nature, and definitely not for something that would limit what she could do. And this didn't benefit her in the slightest. ]

What did you do?

[asocial]

What did you try to do?

[ yukki just keeps staring directly at her, eyes narrowed. he's slowly rising to his feet and getting up to her, closer, now thoroughly in her personal space. it's almost ridiculous, because she's taller than him and probably stronger, but it is very clear that something is not right here. ]

Answer me.

[ there's no compulsion, just maybe the idea that failing to do so would be a bad idea. ]

[mentalouting]

[ That didn't answer her question. And she doesn't like it when people don't do things when she asks them to. Compliance to her bidding is something that is important to her, and when people do the exact opposite? It isn't like this.

While there's a niggling thought that disobeying would be bad, but... she wasn't a good girl to begin with. So she shrugs her shoulders wide, feigning ignorance. ]

Oh, nothing really. I mean, what could little ol' me do anyway? ☆

[asocial]

Well, I think you tried to brainwash me.

[ yukki doesn't seem to be the kind of person who likes that. he's angry now - really angry. nobody uses him; he's spent so long being used that he is going to make sure it never, ever happens again. his fists are clenched in anger as he stares at her...

she's never been on the receiving end, has she? and he can do just about anything. so he isn't even going to say anything at all, he's just going to keep staring at her, eyes narrowed.

and she is going to start to feel strange. very strange, in fact. the oddest compulsion to flash him has showed up, and it is not going away. it's impossible to not listen to, in fact. ]

[mentalouting]

Ahaha, why would I ever want to do that?

[ Her laughter turns hollow. It's as if she's a rat that's been caught in a mouse trap. Although most of Academy City knows her ability, it's not as if they actively know that she was trying to use it on them.

But nevertheless, she does what the compulsion urges her to do as she flips her skirt, revealing the white lace panties underneath that seemed to match her stockings and gloves. ]

It wouldn't suit me to do that someone so innocent, don't you think? ☆

[asocial]

You don't really think that, do you?

[ yukki is now right up against her, looking up at her. there's no personal space for either one of them at all, and she may not have even noticed the compulsions getting stronger. flash him more. show off her tits.

yukki smiles. this is a smile unlike any that's been seen in class, cold and calculating. ]

In fact, shouldn't it be the other way around?

[ and here's the thing. the rational part of her may not agree with that, at all. but yukki keeps staring, and misaki will find herself agreeing out loud that yes, he absolutely should brainwash her, and she wants to tell him why.

strangely, most of the reasons that come to that irrational part of her head seem to be about her appearance more than anything else. and the rational part of her can only look on in horror.]

[mentalouting]

[ Of course she doesn't. Not now, not anymore. But before she opens he mouth, she quickly reaches towards the hem of the upper half of her uniform before she tosses it aside, disregarding it anything... useful as her breasts bounce in front of him, still confined in the bra she wears. ]

Hmm? You're right about that, Yukki. ☆ [ However, the part of her that still lingers is completely disgusted by what she says. Brainwashing herself is a horror that she can't comprehend being used against her.

Oh, she doesn't mind if she's the one doing it. But anybody else is a no-no. ] After all, you can make me much more beautiful than I am now, right? With bigger boobs, curvier curves... anything you want. ☆

[asocial]

[ yukki continues to stare at her. he's still smiling, and it gets a little bit wider now. he puts a hand on her, just on her bare stomach for now, and looks right into her eyes.

the rational part of her brain is going to struggle a little bit more now, because that touch feels so good. better than any time she's touched herself or anyone else has, even just on her bare skin - it feels wonderful. so good. she won't want to be deprived of it. and she's going to feel her body start to change to suit his... needs. ]

And is that what you really want?

[ either the irrational or rational parts of her may be able to respond, but she still can't attack him, fight him, do anything about what he's doing to her. ]

[mentalouting]

[ When he touches her stomach and looks directly into her starry eyes, she can't help but jolt slightly, feeling a rush go to her head, a shudder to go down her spine. It's a sensation that she hasn't felt anywhere else from anyone before. And if she were to be honest?

All of it is causing her legs to grow weak as she brings her lower thighs together, rubbing them with quite some discomfort. ]

Just as long as you don't... stop touching me there. Yukki. ☆

[ Her voice is a low whisper, and her mind is swimming, mixed thoughts running through the back of her mind. Oh, is her body changing, though. The words she said earlier? Are definitely coming to reality as her breasts grow several sizes too large for her bra, almost causing it to snap. There's clear discomfort now, however.

After all, wearing a bra that's too small hurts like hell, and she's not here to do that, so she reaches towards the strap to pop it right off and toss that to the floor as well. He can probably revel in her new breasts, ones that he's probably only ever seen in porn magazines - photoshopped, most likely - her nipples already perked up in attention as if begging for him to touch her more. ]

[asocial]

[she'll be growing weaker and weaker though. he's going to take his hand away, and it is going to be ... not painful, not harmful, but just this feeling of emptiness. of gloom. like nothing is ever going to be right in the world again until she's touching him. of course, other parts of her body are changing too, though not quite as drastically - her hips are a bit wider, her ass showing off more. and her breasts seem to swell up just a bit more before finally stopping.]

It's only fair that you be punished for trying to brainwash me.

[and now he's grabbing her remote too, holding it up, looking at her like he's got some sort of plan for it. but what is his plan, exactly? and why won't he touch her?]

[mentalouting]

But it was just an attempt! It didn't actually work, after all. ☆

[ Although her voice tries to keep its cool, her body is trembling, her bright eyes darkening when he stops touching her. She doesn't like this at all. She wants nothing more than to be touched, but begging for it isn't befitting of someone who is known as the Queen, now is it? Even if she can feel her body changing, that isn't a huge problem to her in the slightest bit.

Why would she care about that sort of thing, anyway? ]

So won't you forgive me? [ She tries to play it off with a wink and a toss of her hair, even though it's probably hopeless. Even though she wants him to touch her in any way possible. ]

[asocial]

I might forgive you if you drop to your knees and blow me.

[ now, the thing is, this basically sounds like the best possible thing she could be doing to her. maybe not the very best, but definitely top five. he's now pretty much straight up ogling her, leering at her, and any attention from him is positive at this point.

he's overwriting her brain. she's still herself, but a her that is fundamentally more concerned with his well-being than hers. it's so important to make up for her attempt to do that to him, and touching him and obeying him for the rest of her existence sounds like a pretty fair trade when you've been messed up by powers this much.

he reaches over, presses the remote against her panties, against her inner thigh, but doesn't actually do anything with it. she's just being teased for now by the hard plastic.]

[mentalouting]

[ The rational part of her brain would tell her that this is a bad idea. However, having that rational part get overwritten with something entirely different means that well, bad ideas like this aren't so bad after all. Eyes light up at his words, the idea becoming rather... alluring to her ears.

Will that please him?

Perhaps. It's something, anyway. But the "might" is the worrisome part here. There's still the possibility that he might not forgive her at all, and that causes her stomach to turn uncomfortably. But not for her sake, for his. ]

Alright. ☆ [ She complies easily, strangely enough. ] I hope you enjoy my paizuri power.

[ Kneeling, she decides to raise the bar a little bit and surprise him. Did he ask for it? No, he didn't, but Misaki assumes that he'll enjoy it twice as much. She's still going to do what's asked of her as she leans in towards his jeans, catching the zipper with her teeth to tug it down.

She needs to reveal him first before she has the chance to blow him off, right? Or at least, she's fairly certain that's how this works. If she wasn't being controlled and having her mind messed with, she would take this slowly. However, there's a clumsy desperation to it as she hurriedly tries to get all of the clothes on his lower half off, wanting to reveal his erection.

Misaki's never seen one before, so she can't help but be just a little curious. ]

[asocial]

[ fortunately, yukki is not so unaware that he doesn't know what that is, though she's going to have to manage to still fulfill his order. but yes, he's very pleased at the fact that she's going to work like this. he knew she would - with his powers, she doesn't really have a choice in the matter.

that's how it should be.

she's able to reveal him quickly, and to nobody's surprise he is already quite hard, ending up stiff and against her face already. he's... bigger than anticipated for someone of his height and age, apparently. or maybe she doesn't have much of a frame of reference.

too bad, misaki.]

[mentalouting]

[ Oh that's... definitely something different. While she knows what it is, this is actually her first time seeing it up close. Does she have a choice in what she has to do, what she should be doing? Not really. But is she enjoying herself regardless of that?

You bet.

Which is why she can't help but sport the widest of grins when she feels him against the side of her cheek, rubbing against it for the shortest of seconds before adjusting herself, sandwiching his already hardened length between her ample breasts before popping her mouth right around him. Her instincts soon kick in as she starts to move up and down at first, her starry gaze looking directly towards his own, curious. Is she doing well? Or is she messing this up already? She doesn't know.

At the very least, she doesn't seem to be chewing down on him, instead, she's just lightly grazing her teeth across his length gently, slowly... ]

[asocial]

[technically, she has a choice, in the same way that you or i have the choice to punch ourselves in the face repeatedly. it's within our ability to do, we just can't think of any good reason to make that happen, to just start fucking ourselves up like that. similarly, she has no good reason not to be following yukki's commands, because failing to do so... just seems absurd.

yukki just pushes down on her head. it's not particularly helpful, but that's not the point; it is a reminder that he's in control and she is distinctly not, and that's the way it ought to be. of course, he hasn't accounted for anyone coming in, but quite frankly he doesn't seem to care about that possibility.]

Isn't this much better?

[mentalouting]

[ Why would she do it like that, however? It is a mystery.png. Besides, following orders, complying with them is so much easier. And it's less effort, too, less of a pain that way.

He pushes her head down, and she can't help but gasp in surprise, yet taking in his head with quite some eagerness.

Isn't this much better? The words alone instill a subconscious into Misaki's mind, enforcing the idea that there was no reason for her to disobey him to begin with. All there is is the basic idea to obey; nothing more, nothing less. Any other extraneous thoughts are thrown out the window as she slowly bobs her head in and out, slowly but steadily. ]

[asocial]

[complying with orders is far, far easier, isn't it? and yukki seems pretty happy, even though he's putting pressure on her head - enough that she can bob, but also enough that she couldn't remove her head from the tip if she wanted to. not that she really wants to, right now, because he doesn't want her to, and she wants what he wants her to want.]

You should apologize.

[this is a bit at odds with the fact that she cannot actually answer without answering around his dick.]

[mentalouting]

[ While it may be a little at odds, it doesn't matter, as she tries to mumble an apology even if it's around his dick, though she tries not to accidentally bite him. ]

Mmph... I'm sorry, [ It's hard to speak, but she tries. ]

[asocial]

[ unfortunately, this doesn't seem to be good enough for yukki. which isn't totally fair, but fairness was never involved in this. the boy's pushing down on her head more - at this point it is beginning to become less of her going down on him, and more of him fucking her face - but that's not the biggest problem. ]

Sorry for what?

[ it is significantly harder to talk now, but she still has to answer! ]

[mentalouting]

[ While it may be more difficult for her to speak, she tries regardless through the muffled sounds that pass her lips. ]

For... everything, and, [ she hitches a breath through her nose to catch herself ] trying to take advantage of you-!

[asocial]

[well, it seems to be good enough.

at least she can't really answer, what with him jamming her head all the way down. it's now thoroughly in her throat and she couldn't be moving it even if she tried - and yukki is looking right down at her, if she can manage to tilt her eyes enough to see him.

she might feel him throbbing in her mouth, in her throat. and if she's gagging, well, too bad - that gets no respite.]